titans of shinobi corps

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The Demon King Descends

The battlefield was in ruins. Shiganshina burned under the moonlit sky, the air thick with the stench of blood and smoke. The battle against the demon-infused Titans had been brutal, but now…

Something far worse had stepped onto the battlefield.

Muzan Kibutsuji, the King of Demons, stood tall amidst the destruction, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. His black robes flowed in the wind, untouched by the chaos around him. He had barely lifted a finger—yet his very presence was suffocating.

Naruto stood in front of him, Sage Mode fully active, golden markings glowing against his skin. His chakra flared, radiating pure energy.

A gust of wind swept between them.

For a long moment, neither moved.

Then—

Muzan smiled.

"So," he said, his voice smooth and unbothered, "this is the so-called greatest shinobi I've heard so much about."

Naruto cracked his knuckles, his grin sharp. "Yeah? Well, you're just another big bad villain who's about to get his ass kicked."

Muzan chuckled. "Confident. I admire that." His eyes darkened. "But tell me, shinobi… do you understand what you're truly facing?"

Without warning—

He vanished.

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The First Exchange

BOOM!

Muzan reappeared behind Naruto in a blur of speed, his clawed hand slicing forward. But—

Naruto dodged, his reflexes perfectly in sync with his Sage Mode. He flipped backward, landing lightly on a broken rooftop.

"Not bad," Muzan mused.

Naruto smirked. "You're fast. But I've fought faster."

Muzan's expression remained neutral. Then, without moving his lips, dozens of black tendrils exploded from his back, lashing toward Naruto with monstrous speed.

Naruto reacted instantly.

Shadow Clone Jutsu!

Five clones appeared, each of them dodging in different directions as the tendrils shattered the rooftop where Naruto had been standing.

One of the clones charged forward, Rasengan in hand.

But Muzan barely spared it a glance.

SLASH!

In a single instant, his claws extended and sliced straight through the clone's chest, dispelling it in a puff of smoke.

Naruto narrowed his eyes. "Tch. So he's got range too."

From a distance, Tanjiro and Zenitsu watched in shock.

"He's keeping up with Muzan," Tanjiro whispered.

Zenitsu gulped. "No… He's actually holding his own."

But Naruto wasn't done yet.

He vanished in a burst of speed, reappearing above Muzan, a massive Rasenshuriken spinning in his hand.

"Let's see how you like this—WIND STYLE: RASENSHURIKEN!"

He hurled the spinning blade of destruction directly at Muzan.

Muzan's eyes flickered with something cold—not fear, but mild intrigue.

Then, he raised a single hand.

And caught the Rasenshuriken.

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The Demon King's True Power

Naruto's heart stopped.

The Rasenshuriken—a technique capable of leveling mountains—was held in Muzan's palm, spinning uselessly.

Muzan sighed. "Is this the best you can do?"

With a flick of his wrist, he crushed the Rasenshuriken.

The attack disintegrated into nothing.

Naruto stumbled backward, eyes wide. "What the hell…?"

Muzan exhaled, disappointed. "I had hoped for something… greater."

Then—

BOOM!

Muzan vanished again, appearing directly in front of Naruto.

His hand pierced straight through Naruto's chest.

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The Fall of a Hero?

Blood splattered onto the broken ground.

Naruto gasped, his body locking up, pain shooting through his entire being.

Muzan's clawed hand was buried deep in his torso, his fingers wrapped around Naruto's beating heart.

Everyone watching froze.

Tanjiro's breath caught in his throat.

Zenitsu went pale.

Mikasa's eyes widened in horror.

"NARUTO!"

Muzan leaned in, whispering. "You were amusing, shinobi."

Then, he tightened his grip.

Naruto's vision blurred.

His heart… was stopping.

Was this… the end?

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A Fox's Fury

Deep within Naruto's soul, something awoke.

A deep, monstrous growl echoed through the darkness of his mind.

A voice—ancient and furious.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL HIM SO EASILY?"

Suddenly—

A massive explosion of red chakra erupted from Naruto's body.

Muzan's eyes widened in genuine surprise.

"What—?!"

Naruto's entire form was engulfed in crimson energy, his body regenerating instantly.

Then, before Muzan could react—

A massive clawed hand ripped through his chest.

Muzan staggered backward, his own blood spraying into the air.

Naruto's eyes snapped open—but they weren't blue anymore.

They were red.

Burning with the rage of the Nine-Tails.

Kurama's deep voice rumbled.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM WHILE YOU HAD THE CHANCE."

Naruto grinned sharply, his fangs bared.

"Now it's MY turn."

With a deafening roar, Naruto lunged at Muzan—

And the real battle began.

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To Be Continued…